Archive - Sep 2011

Do the Kung Fu Robot

My finest dance. :) >>>

Who Made Saddam Into The Monster That He Became?

The society that made him into what he became in some ways ended up on the receiving end of all of the abuse it had dished out to him >>>

North African Berbers blame Arab "backwardness" on their "Anti Western" Stance

Berber intellectuals< slam anti western xenophobia displayed by Arabs in general as a convenient excuse for their own backwardness>>>

جمهوری اسلامی نابود کننده زندگی، تهدیدی برای بشریت

در کدام دیار از این جهان معاصر و حتی گذشته تاریخ دیگر کشورها، چنین صحنه های هولناک، نفرت انگیز، چندش آور و ویرانگر می بینیم که هر روز در جمهوری اسلامی ایران شاهد آن می باشیم]>>>

To Cure Shame

If April is the cruelest month, then September is the strangest. Strangest, that is, for Iranian-Americans. It's the month that brings Iran's mortifier-in-chief, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad, to New York City for the UN General Assembly. What absurdity will the man utter, we wonder to ourselves, what atrocity will he question, the existence of which minority will he deny this time? To ward off against the embarrassment he reliably causes, the expatriates have invented ways to cope>>>

Soul mate

Shams of Tabriz was
Rumi’s soul mate
And Golestan
Forough’s.
Rumi and Forough both
Changed their love into a poem
The eternal poem! >>>

Driving the Shah

Anyone who’s ever driven down an American highway, idled in America’s city streets surrounded by gas-guzzling SUVs, or shivered in the Arctic-cold air conditioning of a US office building, knows the truth: the United States has an insatiable thirst for oil. Certainly Iran’s shah, Mohammad Reza Pahlavi, understood that need, and for eight years, 1969 to 1977, exploited it, negotiating a series of secret oil-for-arms deals with America’s best and brightest>>>

جاذبۀ جنسی دختران ایرانی

تنها گوشه ای از اقدامات آشکار >>>

The blue lake of tears (4)

Nisha placed a saddle on the horse, attached the basket on his back with a shiny leather rope, led him outside on the smooth cobblestone walkway. As they passed the ponds encircled by flowerbeds, the Princess jumped on Atash. She had him walk down the short steps built for the sake of horses walking up and down the mount, before making him trot away in the meadow. As she rode her strong stallion through the forest, she experienced euphoria as if she had left the disciplined life of home-schooling for another dimension of time>>>

همدم روح

هم دم روح مولانا
شمس بود و همدم روح فروغ
گلستان.
رومی و فروغ، هر دو
عشق خود را شعر کردند
اشعاری جاودانه.
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